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The scent that filled the air was a mix of stagnant alcohol and vomit, which completely overwhelmed the mild pine from the unfinished floor and walls. The cleanest thing in the room was Celestia’s alabaster coat, and even that had stains of tequila and rum. Before her were a plethora of empty shot glasses. On either side were mares and colts who’d tried their hardest to out drink their princess, but none could hold their liquor.

She’d gone shot for shot with her friends; two polychromatic maned beauties, one with an eye patch and a thick cockney accent, and one with stylish sunglasses which kept the long locks out of her eyes. Each had passed out after only a bottle and a half each. A little white coated, blue maned mare had attempted to start fresh with her after she’d drank the others under, but the frost-flanked filly had hardly lasted to her fourth shot before falling off her stool, and under the mare with the eye patch. The only other ponies in the tavern still conscious were the barkeep, and a strange pink mare whose hooves were wrapped in vinyl who was having her way with her honey-colored victim.

Celestia’s bloodshot eyes glared at the door as footsteps approached from the other side. Without a pause in their cadence, the door slammed open. The mass of drunks recoiled from the sudden noise, but soon fell back into their blissful oblivion. The intruder was a large pegasus stallion, whose coat and feathers were canary yellow where they weren’t coated in blood. Thick gray-black stubble wove between his coat all over his face, giving him a chiseled, grisly look, which was almost completely undone by his flowing pink mane.

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(( I don’t usualy read fan-fictions since I’m not really patient when reading, but this one was really catchy … Good to learn a bit more about FG’s lore :D ))